‘…Your one wild and precious life?’
It is a Tuesday and I have cleared my diary so that I can work in the garden with the man who knows trees.
‘It’s 2/2/22’ chirps the fruit and veg man and we both wonder if we will live to see 3/3/33, what difference will 11 years make.
‘Tell me, what is it you … Read more
When a child leaves home
Here are my boys,
in their own world
of words I do not understand.
Where I used to lead,
distanced from the world they march into.
Then the eldest carries on walking,
until he leaves home
I am left floating in rivers
alone.… Read more
The sum of all our conversations
As always we went to football today, this time in huge venue with toilet and, oh joy, hot drinks for sale on a misty and cold morning.
As we youngest son (YS) and I were standing in the queue to get our hot chocolates (having navigated the acres of mist to get eldest son (ES) … Read more